Unable.

Truth is I’d always write it down

dive into the ocean of words, let myself drown

“Fight it, you’re a strong human being”

well this time, let the fucking pain win.

I am not allowed to be in charge, No not right now.

Still can’t get shit right,

feels like I’ve lost all my light

“write it down, we wanna read it”

there’s nothing to feel innit?

Won’t do this no more.

when would this be over?

I like pain, I like rain

with the common factor, migraine.

Who says darkness isn’t alluring?

shit draws you like a motherfucking calling.

Black ink. Black art. Black heart.

It’s always dark in the deepest parts.

Love always❤

Sophia x.

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